It's Jessica Kramer vs. Kierra the Wardancer.
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“Ok.
Give me 75 percent power to the hammer, NoName. I want that thing
glowing, but I still need some jets,” Jessica said. Her reactor
stepped up its output, a deep whine spooling up behind her. She
flicked on her speakers.
“Kierra,
that song's as old as your dance moves,” she said.
“Petty,
not pretty. Just like you, Kramer,” the Wardancer answered.
Jessica edged her mech closer to the wreck of Flevver's jalopy. Her
external cameras showed her mech's foot was next to the fallen
chopsaw.
“I'll
show you 'pretty,' you worn-out excuse for a pleasure doll,”
Jessica said.
Modern-day
Wardancers were a proud and lethal warrior cult, but they did not
like being reminded they were originally brought to Junctionworld as
lab-grown “comfort hosts.” Long before the Gatekeepers took
control, the Wardancer Rebellion ended with mass castrations of their
overthrown enslavers, the K'Narr. Preserved containers filled with
the offending members still turned up from time to time in
excavations and refurbished buildings, much to the consternation of
the males in the rehab and construction crews.
The poise and grace of the sleek mech's posture faded, and a blast of jets signaled Jessica that her goad worked. Screaming something incoherent over her loudspeakers, Kierra charged, her plasma-edged swords swinging in wild loops.
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Best,
JBR
